Last night, my daughter informed me: <blockquote>"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"</blockquote>I think she has a way with words.

Ivana says it pays well.:)

I was readying for a business trip when it came time to decide if I was going to elect Ahnuld as my new Gov. So since I was going to be out of town on election day, I stopped by the registrar on that Saturday so I could vote. I had The Kid with me (he's six). I explained what I was doing, and how I would do it (we have punch cards here - nothing fancy for San Diego), and how it was important. He nodded and looked thoughtful. We got into the booth, and he said (very loudly - or at least it seemed that way) "MOM! Who are you gonna poke? You gonna poke the scary guy? MOM! MOM?!? Who are you poking?"

That's m'boy.

This isn't really a "things kids say" post, because my daughter's too young to talk yet, but she does do some funny things....

I have a tongue ring, and when she was reeeeally little I would stick my tongue out at her... she loved the little shiny ball mommy had on her tongue, and liked to touch it. When she got a little older, she would stick her tongue out at me so I'd stick my tongue out at HER, but when she touched her own tongue, she discovered that she didn't have a ball there....the look of surprise on her face as she stuck her tongue further out and kept poking it looking for HER tongue ring just killed me!


Sidhe

kid (digging in drawer): Mom, what's this?
me: That's an ear ring I wore to a wedding.
kid: Can I try it out?
me: Sure, go ahead...

Classic, jinx! Quick thinking getting the pic! :thumb:

understandable as jinx wears a nosering...but aint he cute!?

When my 22 year old was but a wee lad of four or so, a large group of friends were all together helping another of our circle move. Everyone was hefting boxes and whatnot, generally doing the moving thing, and the kids were being give smallish items, like individual dresser drawers, to carry in order to keep them occupied and out from underfoot.

Everyone had decided to take a break, and were lounging in the garage, when my son comes running into the garage, holding your basic 7" plastic vibrator above his head, yelling "Zoom! Spaceship! Zoom!"

Needless to say, the lady of the house was suitably mortified...

a friend from long ago once told mt this one:

her whole extended family was over for a holiday, and her mom was smoking a cigarette. Becky asks(loud enough for everyone to hear her) "Mom, why aren't you sharing your cigarette tonight?":joint:

My 9 year old draws a nice little viking ship. She starts walking it around my Moms kitchen saying "the vikings raid the Islands! The vikings raid Ireland. The vikings raid England. " To which my 7 year old replies, "The vikings raid the refrigerator!"

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am in hysterics.

my brother's kid had sort of a speech thing going on when he was three. he was sitting at my mom's table, come for a visit, when he said to my mom, "Bitch!"

the whole table got silent. (all of us, figuring he had heard his dad call his mom that...not a bad conclusion to draw.) and then he said, "Hey! Bitch!"

Mom, flabbergasted, said, "Nicolas!" And nic said..."I want a bitch!" -- and pointed at mom's biscuit.

oops.

my nieghbour's child asked one day if he could play with my 'tits.' I asked "Pardon me?" 'Tits! Tits!' gesturing wildly at the 'Stitch' action figure from 'Leelo and Stitch'

I very seldom cuss. The few words that I used to use I trained myself out of after the kids were born.

However, one day we had a bunch of relatives over, including kids. We were all in the kitchen. So there I was pouring spaghetti sauce from the pot into a nice bowl for the table. At which point my hand slipped and I poured a big glop of it into my loafer.

Not on. In.

I had no control over the matter. I said F*ck in a rather loud voice. The room got really quiet.

My youngest, who was seven at the time, pipes up, "Daddy, what's 'fawk'?"

"Honey", I said, "it's a word you should never, ever use -- unless you pour spaghetti sauce in your shoe."

While this story involves me as a child, its still kinda funny. As a two year old I was fascinated by Trucks but being I was still learning how to talk I couldn't't say the TR sound and instead replaced it with an F sound. My uncle was watching me and him with a large group of his friend decided to go for a drive. My uncle was about 17 at the time and while we are all out for our little drive I look out the window and as loud as can be start yelling "Fuck, fuck, look fuck". This was Utah and they just don't say words like that. Needless to say he refused to watch me again after that.